I came to discover this beautifully sad song by Brian Eno by watching an Italian film, La stanza del figlio (“The son’s room”), from director Nanni Moretti, by the way, also a beautifully sad film, downright devastating, about the tragic loss of a son, and his empty room in the house; about coping with loss, being stuck in an ever-ending mourning process (“by this river”), overcoming…
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath the sky that’s ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling downThrough the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came
I wonder why we came
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath the sky that’s ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling downThrough the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came
I wonder why we came
You talk to me
As if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time
From another time